Reclaiming

i traded intensity for comfort
and have regretted it many a time
i lost my insanity
and maybe even my rhyme
so now i am reclaiming what is mine
i want the uncomfortable glances
the awareness the knowing
the delicious dance
i want being off balance
the anticipation
the hope of romance
i want that intensity
i still see it now and again
and i am waiting
all that remains is
the who and the when.